Soul

tell me father are you riding on
 the fictional bus up to heaven above?
 do you listen to the angels on the outskirts...
 have they persuaded you?
 oh tell me father
 perhaps you have been persuaded before
 I just want to know where your body and soul
 roam tonight
 but I know I'll never know
 until I pass away to the next life
 I know I'll never know
 where your soul roams tonight
 until I reach the afterlife
 kneeling in this church of stone
 on this pew reading my prayer book
 "we commend to you Lord
 all the souls who have died"
 as you walk in the garden
 is the grass broken glass on your feet?
 I want to believe when I think how I wasted my chance
 and mother and I pray
 that it would happen someday
 we would find you
 where we're going